Whiskers, Black & Grey

I feel

Like some ol’ dog,

Lost at the pound.

Ear bit off;

Tail, a mess;

Whiskers, black & grey.

Visitors

Walk by,

Lookin' fer young pups.

Soon,

They’ll all be gone;

I’ll remain.

Hmmmmm,

“Wuz I ever

Cute as them?”

No matter;

No way,

Not now.

I had …

Good times

Chasing cats.

I had …

Fine days

Diggin’ holes.

I had …

All that

& more.

Now,

I’m an ol’ dog,

Sittin’ at the pound.

Ear bit off;

Tail, a mess;

Whiskers, black & grey.